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Gentaro wasn’t much of a drinker, Dice noticed. Probably because he was a lightweight, which Dice also noticed. Fairly quickly. He himself was no lightweight, but he was no heavyweight either. Ramuda suggested an impromptu Fling Posse ‘bonding session’ at the bar and, needing to get out of the house after being holed up writing for weeks, Gentaro didn’t put up a fight. Ramuda insisted he’d pay, so naturally Dice was all in. A few hours and several rounds of drinks later, Gentaro was clearly inebriated and Dice worried about letting him stumble his way home alone, though he was just as likely to do exactly that.
“C’mon, Gentaro. I’m not letting you trip into traffic. Let’s go.” asserted Dice.
“You don’t seem much better yourself, Daisuuu~!” Ramuda teases. Dice shot him a pointed glare. “Oh well. Duty calls and all that. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids!” he winks.
Dice looked over in Gentaro’s direction with a confused look on his face, hoping he could find answers in him. His face offered no such solace. Dice couldn’t help but let his eyes linger for a second on the beautiful man, before turning back to Ramuda.
“Uh, sure, Ramuda. Whatever that’s s’posed to mean.”
“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough~” The short man giggles and waves as he walks off into the night.
“Shall we depart?” Gentaro finally speaks up after his silence, unusual for him.
Dice nods. Gentaro takes a step and immediately trips over his own feet. Dice flings an arm around his shoulder to steady him. “Woah there, dude. Drunk Gentaro is a lot less graceful than normal, like, very graceful Gentaro.”
The faintest hint of a blush spreads itself over Gentaro’s cheeks at the unexpected compliment among the jab. Much to his gratitude, Dice doesn’t seem to notice. “Drunk? I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean, Dice. I’m as lucid as one can be.”
Dice chuckles, “Mmm, not your best work. Doesn’t seem smart to lie about something so obviously untrue. Even I'm not gonna fall for that.”
“Touché.”
The duo slowly make their trek back to Gentaro’s, Dice still holding on as if he was too fragile to move on his own. Even though he was the one who initiated the contact, his heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster.
After some brief fumbling of keys, they eventually get inside the apartment, wordlessly kicking their shoes off at the door. Only a few moments pass before the silence is broken.
“Let’s play a game.” Gentaro blurts out.
Dice raises a brow. “A game? Shouldn’t you be getting to bed?”
“Mm, perhaps. But I don’t care. I am much too stimulated to fall asleep currently. I think perhaps I will go on a late-night jog around Shibuya.” He grins. “Well, that part is a lie, of course.”
‘Stimulated?’ Dice ponders to himself.
Gentaro continues, “What say you? I’m sure you’re frothing at the mouth just thinking about the thrill of winning something.”
He chooses to ignore that. “What game’d ya have in mind?”
Gentaro hummed a little. “I will not disclose that information until you have agreed to play.”
Dice’s face twisted up in confusion. “Huh? Why won’t ya just tell me?”
“‘Tis more fun this way.” the brunette smirked deviously.
If Dice weren’t..well, Dice, he might’ve been a bit more privy to his schemes, but he’s not. “Sure, whatever, I’ll kick your ass in anything anyway. Only fair you get to choose the game.” He smiled smugly.
Gentaro pulls out a pair of red and white dice from a random drawer. “A simple numbers game.” He reveals, “Whoever rolls the higher number wins. Whoever does not, loses, of course.”
“And…? What do you get for winning?”
“Perhaps the question on your tongue should not be that of the winner’s prize, but of the loser’s punishment–-losing an article of clothing. Whoever wins in the end can decide for themselves what said prize may be. I’m sure you’re very familiar with these rules.” He jabs.
‘Why does he wanna play this? This seems like the last thing someone like him would find fun.’ Dice shrugs. “Okay, you’re on. Wouldn’t be the first and probly won’t be the last.”
The two men sit in front of each other on the living room floor. Gentaro places the dice in between them. “Ladies first.”
“Who you callin’ a lady? And why do I have to go first?” Dice scowls.
He giggles behind his sleeve. Dice finds it incredibly charming, already over the moment of irritation. “I have never partook in a game such as this. You need to show me the ropes.”
“You obviously know how it works, it’s a simple game.” The blue-haired man grumbles as he picks up the dice and tosses them on the floor. Two and four. “Six. Your turn.”
Gentaro gives them a half-hearted shake before letting them fall freely from his hands. Five and three. Dice clicks his tongue. “Aha! Whatever happened to Miss Lady Luck, has she abandoned you in your time of need? Well, it certainly wouldn’t be the first.”
Dice’s tongue prods the inside of his cheek as he tosses his prized coat to the side. A moment later, he’s rolling again. Three and one. ‘Shit.’
Gentaro’s turn. One and one.
Dice pumps his fist triumphantly. “HA! Snake eyes! Told you luck’s on my side.”
The author sighs as he removes his left sock. Dice can’t help but think once again about how out of character this shenanigan is for one who covers up so much. He also can’t help but find the slight pout on his face endearing. He wonders what the other man could look like under his many layers. He shakes his head slightly, as if to clear away his thoughts. ‘Don’t make it weird, dude. Just shove these dumb feelings down for this game at least.’
They continue on with surprisingly little conversation. Gentaro removes his other sock.
Dice takes off one of his own.
Gentaro removes his golden pin and chain, against the other man’s annoyed claims that it doesn’t count.
Dice loses his other sock. And his belt.
Gentaro’s eyes widen. As quickly as it happens, it gets replaced by a teasing grin. “Going for the pants already…? My, my, Dice, aren’t you the naughty one?”
Dice shrugs, unfazed. “S’only small thing I got left. I’ma be cold soon at this rate.”
With all socks and accessories off, Gentaro begins to peel away his layers, starting with his cape. Dice’s heart hitches a little. He almost gulps. Then goes his obi, which he just about throws at Dice.
Gentaro’s losing streak is broken when Dice gets rid of his shirt. He’s no shy man, but something about Gentaro’s gaze, face unreadable, makes him feel the need to glue his eyes to the floor. He thinks he sees a tint of redness on his cheeks, but he chalks it up to the alcohol still in his system.
His face heats up when he sees him remove his kosode in his periphery. The man still had his black undershirt on, it wasn’t like he was particularly exposed, but Dice had never seen him in just this. It felt vulnerable. Something else began to heat up as he braced himself for what was coming next. He felt his dick swell with anticipation. ‘Fucking GREAT. Not now! This isn’t good.’
Eyes still on the ground, he rolls again. The brunette’s eyes are still lingering. Five and four. He holds his breath as his heart feels like it’s pounding out of his chest. The feeling is exacerbated tenfold when Gentaro rolls a four and four, removing his shirt. With him now in only his hakama, Dice thinks he might actually explode.
Not once has he ever been graced with the sight of so much skin from the author. His physique is slender, his skin milky and smooth-looking. Dice just wants to get his hands on it. He once again forgets to breathe as he rolls a one and a three. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’
Time seems to stand still. Gentaro must know this and he takes infuriatingly long to take his turn. As if fate wishes to rub it in, he rolls a six and a six.
Dice swears under his breath. “You know actually, I’m tired so I’ma head out. Thanks for the game, though.”
Gentaro laughs, “Sore loser, are we?”
Dice scoffs and pauses. “Fine. You asked for this, don’t forget it.” So he swallows the last bit of pride he had and takes off his pants. No longer could he hide the budding erection from the other as his boxers weren’t exactly discreet.
It’s impossible for Gentaro not to notice.“Wow, Dice. Your affinity for games is far from secret, but who knew you liked them that much!” He immediately teases.
“Man, shut up.” is all the other can growl out as he gets up and storms off to the bathroom. Or, at least, he tries to. He’s stopped by a soft hand grabbing him by the wrist.
“The game technically hasn’t ended. You could still win. No need to sulk.”
Begrudgingly, Dice sits back down to continue playing. It goes against all his better judgment. He’s a bit astonished that Gentaro isn’t creeped out beyond repair knowing he’s popped a boner from their little game. ‘How did we get here? Never in a million years would I imagine something like this happening with someone like…him.’ His mind wanted to complain, but his heart (and his dick) wanted to pounce on him like, yesterday.
Tensions run high as they carry on. The less clothed man rolls a four and one. The other rolls a two and two. That is, oddly enough, until he gets on his knees, crawling forward. He gets right in front of Dice, peering into magenta eyes, when he flicks a die over, revealing a five instead.
“H-Hey, what the hell are you doing?! You’re literally cheating!”
“Whatever do you mean?” The man on his knees bats his eyelashes. “I rolled a seven, see. Last time I checked, seven was of greater value than five.” He pokes at the chest in front of him, dragging his finger down slowly to his waistband.
Dice isn’t laughing. “That’s enough, man. I know you think it’s funny but you can’t tease me like this. ‘S seriously not cool.”
Gentaro chuckles. “Oh, Daisu. Daisu, Daisu, Daisu…” He shakes his head in fake disapproval. Haven’t you figured it out yet? I simply wanted you to be the one to take off the rest, so I just could not bear the thought of losing. Why else would I play a game such as this?”
A few seconds of silence pass by as Dice processes what the hell he just said to him. He sits there, stunned, until he suddenly presses forward into Gentaro, pushing his back against the couch they’re sitting in front of. He presses his lips to the other’s, hard.
It doesn’t last long until he pulls away. “You wanna lie like that? Yer gonna have to deal with the consequences.”
“Lectured about consequences by the gambler…” he laughs then, speaking low, adds “And if it wasn’t a lie?”
Dumbfounded, Dice starts blabbering. “What’d you just sa—”
He’s cut off by Gentaro quickly throwing his arms around his neck and kissing him again, significantly harder than before. There’s a fire and passion in this kiss that wasn’t present in the previous. The previous was a test, a dare, perhaps. He just wanted to one-up him. He expected nothing more than the liar jerking away before kicking him out of his apartment entirely. Instead, there they were, tongues dancing together as they explored every inch of the other’s mouth. Eventually, they are forced to come up for air, both gasping and panting.
“You lost. Take these off.” Gentaro palms him through his boxers.
Dice lets out a small gasp and then snickers.“Fine, fine. What’d ya have in mind as a prize then, cheater?”
He leans in, licking and nibbling a bit at his ear lobe, only to whisper a simple, “Fuck me.”
Simple, but effective.
Dice is mildly shocked at hearing such lewd words coming from such a refined man, but he doesn’t need to be told twice. He scoops Gentaro up off the ground and carries him to his bedroom. He falls backward on the bed, narrowly missing hitting his head on the headboard, pulling the brunette into his lap. He practically rips Gentaro out of his hakama so they’re both only in their underwear. He starts playing with light, delicate nipples. “I thought you were—hah—Thought you were taking these off.”
He temporarily gets off him and the gambler obliges. Gentaro sucks in his breath as he takes in the ravishing sight of the man in front of him. He places tender kisses in a trail down his stomach, taking a pit stop at his inner thighs, where he gently bites down on sensitive skin. He arrives at his final destination, nuzzling his cock against his cheek with a smirk, before placing hungry kisses up and down his length.
Dice groans at the sight. ‘ Is this shit really happening right now?’ He’s imagined a sight like this more times than he’d like to admit. Nothing in his imagination, however, could compete against the real deal. Dice tries to commit it to memory. The contrast of flushed, pink skin, leaking already, against Gentaro’s pale cheek. The pressure of his soft lips on his most sensitive area.
Kisses turn into licks. He drags his tongue in long stripes from base to tip. Once he’s satisfied with that, he starts tonguing the slit, circling his tongue all around the head of his cock. “God, where the fuck did you learn to do this?” Something akin to jealousy brewed in Dice’s gut at the realization that he must’ve done this before. Something about Gentaro on his knees for another man didn’t sit right with him.
Hypocritical, of course, since the gambler isn’t exactly pure himself. It’s been a long while, though, as evidenced by his oversensitivity. Gentaro hasn’t even taken his length into his mouth yet, but he has him almost seeing stars.
The smirk returns itself to the author’s face. “Why, practice, of course.” It doesn’t go unnoticed, the way Dice huffs at his response. Gentaro chuckles lightly and continues, “Never with anyone else. With… toys. I…think of you, always.” He returns to kissing his shaft. “Always you. I couldn’t help myself…You’d leave and it’d be the first thing I did. Whether you've just left or you haven’t been around in a while, you always do things to me.” He shamelessly continues in between licks. “Or rather, I’d do things to myself because of you; to the thought of you. So yes, I do even this, imagining what it’d be like to have you inside my mouth.”
Dice could hardly believe the words that were flowing out of his mouth like a stream. ‘He…masturbates to the thought of me? He’s even sucked off a fuckin’ dildo while thinking of me? So he’s been wanting this, too… How fucking long… ’ The thoughts swim around Dice’s mind. He doesn’t get the chance to voice them, as the other man finally takes him into his mouth.
It’s warm and wet and everything Dice has ever dreamed of and more. He’s starting to wonder if maybe they had tripped and fallen into traffic. Surely he died and went to heaven, right?
Gentaro still makes use of his tongue while he’s in his mouth, flattening it against the length of his dick. He takes a moment to continue speaking, momentarily leaving him with a lewd pop. “And I have to say, Dice…nothing I did to myself has ever been as good as taking you for real.” With a smirk, he hollows his cheeks and pushes down onto his cock until his nose brushes up against his pelvis. It takes everything in Dice not to buck his hips and fuck his face. Instead, his hands grip the sheets as he throws his head back out of pleasure while the other man bobs on his cock.
“Gen—Gentaro… I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep this up…” The heat is building up inside of him. “Gentaro!”
The author doesn’t let up, however. Instead, he once again takes in his full length to the back of his throat, thick and full but so good. As warned, Dice finds his release shortly after, straight down Gentaro’s throat. A little spills out from the corner of his mouth and he quickly licks it right up. Making a point to stick his tongue out, he shows off the way he swallowed all of Dice’s cum.
Dice is a mess, trying to stabilize his breathing and regain his vision, which had damn near whited out completely due to what was absolutely the best orgasm of his life.
Panting, Dice starts, “Gentaro, that was—“
He’s cut off. “We're not done here. I believe you still have your loser’s duty to fulfill, hm?”
Wordlessly, Dice pulls him up onto his lap, smashing their lips together. He can’t even bring himself to care that he can taste himself. His lips find their way all over the other. His cheeks, his jaw, settling on his neck. Meanwhile, Gentaro has shimmied out of his own underwear. He lightly takes the skin between his teeth and makes him hiss in pleasure. Eventually, his lips return to the other’s as Gentaro grinds down onto him, hard.
Moans from the both of them echo off the walls of the bedroom. Dice starts to get hard again already. Sensitive indeed.
They continue for a while, finding a rhythm and basking in the rough skin-on-skin friction. This is the most Gentaro has been touched since the start and Dice wants to help him out. He flips them around so Gentaro’s back is pressed against the bed with Dice leaning over him, knees on either side of his body. His hair beads dangle over him and Gentaro’s breath can’t help but hitch at the new view.
Dice spits into his hand and wraps it around Gentaro’s cock, finally giving him some relief after holding off. He was rock hard and dripping with anticipation.
“Got any lube? You said ya thought of me often while playing with yourself and toys, so ya gotta have something, don’tcha?”
“I–Yes. In the drawer beside you. Dice reaches for it, at this point not surprised to find it half-full. The thought of Gentaro…fucking himself all alone, whimpering out Dice’s name… maybe even minutes after he’s left, him being completely none the wiser. ’Yeah, I need to fuck him. Now. Fuck.’
Once his eyes trailed lower, a surprise indeed was in store for him. Just when he thinks he can’t be fazed anymore, he sees something. A sparkly pink plug adorns Gentaro’s hole, which he failed to notice up until now.
“The fuck? Were you planning this from the start?” Dice questions, stupefied.
Gentaro’s face has gotten even redder and he averts his eyes.“No– I– no. I…do this sometimes. Go out with one. I wasn’t planning on…” he trails off. “That isn’t a lie.”
Dice kisses him again, somehow even hungrier than before. He stops pumping him and moves his hand down, grabbing hold of the plug and twisting. Gentaro lets out a sharp gasp. The blue-haired man teases him with it, drawing out deliciously needy whines. Finally, he pulls it out completely and puts it aside. He can’t help but think of how gorgeous he looks. Flushed and sweaty, yes, but oh so divine. His pink hole on display, open for him…He invited himself to insert two fingers, curling them into him. Half because he wanted to be sure the brunette was ready for him and half because he wanted to tease him some more.
“Please, please, Dice. I need you in me. I’m ready, please.” It didn’t take long for the author to beg as if his life depended on it.
“Shh, hold on, baby, just a little longer and you’ll have me. I promise.” The blue-haired man kisses his cheek, adding a third finger to finish stretching him out.
Gentaro thinks he could cum just from Dice’s words alone. All his time thinking about him, he imagined him to be rough, quick, maybe even a little selfish during sex. He’s always seeking a thrill, after all. This sweet, gentle, caring side of Dice was always his favorite. He’s just never seen it like this. Taking the time to make sure he doesn’t hurt him, even though he knows his cock is aching. Oh, he’s hooked, for sure. Finally, finally , Dice withdraws his fingers and lines himself up at Gentaro’s entrance. “Ready, baby?”
“Just fuck me already.” A laugh spills past Dice’s lips as he presses into him, slow and steady. Gentaro moans at the feeling of being full, and full he was due to the size of him. They stayed there connected for a bit, kissing with a fire in them both. Once enough time has passed, Dice steadily pulls out before thrusting back in.
Yeah, Gentaro liked gentle Dice, but fuck if he wasn’t impatient. “I’m not going to break, Dice, just make a mess of me already.”
Not needing to be told twice, the gambler delivers on his promise, burying his cock deep inside him before pulling almost all the way out, only to slam back into him. He finds a rhythm as the sounds of skin against skin fill the room. Gentaro was unexpectedly vocal as hell, Dice couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be getting noise complaints from the neighbors the following day.
“Dice, Daisu, harder, please, harder!” He whined. He truly was needy during sex, Dice reveled in it.
“Harder? Oh, I can give it to you harder, princess.” He pulls out of Gentaro before flipping him on his stomach, pulling him up to his knees and elbows so he can fuck him from behind. He wastes no time and re-enters him, quickly finding his rhythm again, this time with more fervor. One hand gripping his slender waist, he raises the other into the air. He brings it back down to his ass with a loud slap. Gentaro cries out in pleasure.“That’s what you get for cheating, you little slut.”
Another slap, another cry. “‘Course it’s not much of a punishment if you like it. Does it feel good, baby? You like being spanked like a whore?”
“Yes, more, fuck, more!”
Dice slaps his ass even harder this time. Tears are running down Gentaro’s face. “Good boy. You take me so well, princess. You’re so tight, fuck.”
He continues pounding him to the point where he starts to worry that the bed will give out from under them. “Dice, I’m–I’m close!”
“Me, ah, me too, Gen.” Sweat is dripping off Dice’s brow.
Gentaro buries his face into the pillow, muffling his words.“‘side me. Inside. Please, fuck!” It doesn’t take long for them to find their releases, Gentaro spilling onto the sheets below him and Dice filling him up. They stay connected for a bit, catching their breaths. Gradually, Dice removes himself, white dripping down Gentaro’s legs. ‘He’s so beautiful…’ Dice thinks. ‘What if I…’ He leans down and spreads his cheeks with both hands, tonguing his hole to clean him up. Overstimulated, Gentaro’s legs just about give out at the sensation.
Dice plops down on the bed next to him. Gentaro turns to face him, a fond smile adorning his face. Dice returns the smile and kisses him with unprecedented gentleness.
Gentaro pulls away first. “I need to shower. Care to join me?”
The two drag themselves out of bed towards the bathroom, Gentaro leaning slightly on Dice for support, not dissimilar to their walk home from the bar. They enter the shower together and begin to clean themselves. Despite temptations, both were too exhausted to go another round in the shower, though the thought was certainly there.
Once out, they don’t bother redressing, instead choosing to return to Gentaro’s bed as is, falling into each other’s arms. With a kiss to the forehead, Dice probes, “So, was your prize worth that little stunt you pulled?”
Gentaro doesn’t try to hide the grin on his face. “Oh, most certainly.” No more words are exchanged between the two of them as their eyes close and they drift off to sleep.
The morning sun shines through a crack in the blinds, directly in Dice’s face. He groans and wakes up, taking a moment to survey his surroundings and recall last night’s events. He looks over at Gentaro’s sleeping figure, lips parted slightly and hair in his face. Dice reaches over and brushes it out of the way for him and smiles. The smile is soon replaced by a look of worry as he ponders the future. ‘ What happens now? Did that only happen because we were tipsy? What if he regrets it?’ He looks back at the sleeping man once more. ‘I shouldn’t have done that, what if he didn’t really want that and I coerced him into it? What if he never talks to me again?’ Anxious thoughts swarmed his head like hungry vultures. Dice wasn’t an anxious person generally, but when it came to Gentaro, he definitely didn’t want to do anything to hurt or lose him.
Gentaro stirs and his eyes flutter open. The faintest look of surprise flashed on his face, but it didn’t last long in his half-awake state. “Daisu? You’re still here…” His voice sounds small. Dice can’t figure out if he wants him to stay or not. He hopes for the former.
“Yeah. Yeah, ‘m still here. I’m not going anywhere…Well, I mean, unless you want me to, of course, I can go–” Dice is interrupted by Gentaro’s hands cupping his face and their lips lightly pressed together.
“I love you.” He blurts out.
Astonished, Dice looks for any signs of a lie in the other’s face. All he finds is the gentle closing of his eyes as sleep takes him once more. His heart swells– he’s afraid his chest will burst at any moment.
The warmest smile finds him. “I love you too, Gen.” With a kiss on the forehead, Dice allows himself to submit to the warmth of the body against him and drift back off to sleep with him.
Somewhere, Ramuda giggles at the fact that Dice doesn't return to his couch for the night.